eight

Caroline is 8!  Happy Birthday Caroline Mae.  (for the record, I started writing this post the week of her birthday, just now getting around to posting it)

She currently is into this preteen, obnoxious phase where she grunts and moans in protest if she doesn't like what she hears or is told to do.  It's fun.  She is super smart.  Sweet when she wants to be.  Creative.  Well behaved.  A great big sister (again, when she wants to be). Caring and sensitive.  We love her so much.

Being 8 years old got me thinking.  In 2 years, she'll be at the age where I told her she could get her ears pierced.  She is half the age she will be when she starts driving.  And in 10 years, she'll be leaving us for college.  Sounds like a long ways away at the moment, but 10 years ago Nick and I got married and it seems like yesterday....and here come the heart palpitations again.

Because I'm the worst mom ever pregnant and too pissy to have kids in my house for a birthday party, we compromised with sometime this summer I'll take Caroline and a few of her friends horseback riding, out to lunch and possibly pedicures - she settled for that.  Don't start feeling bad for her getting the short end of the stick in this deal, because the other agreement was that when she moved into a smaller room (so the boys can share a bathroom) that we would redecorate, get her new furniture and repaint everything.  And as luck would have it, she has very expensive taste.  Caroline isn't the only one not getting a party this year, Sam isn't either.  I'm too tired to have house guests, let alone little house guests.  Whether it's just for a couple hours or overnight...not happening this year.  

I digress....

Anyhoo - Happy Birthday Sweet Caroline!  (she hates that song by the way)